“We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account. We return to face our superiors, our kindred, our friends--those whom we obey, and those whom we love; but even they who have neither, the most free, lonely, irresponsible and bereft of ties,--even those for whom home holds no dear face, no familiar voice,--even they have to meet the spirit that dwells within the land, under its sky, in its air, in its valleys, and on its rises, in its fields, in its waters and its trees--a mute friend, judge, and inspirer.” HomeHumanityFamilyMankindReturnGhostsOld FriendsReunionBittersweetHomecomingHome TownProdigal DaughtersProdigal SonsStomping Grounds Book:Lord Jim Source: Lord Jim
“We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account.” HomeHumanityFamilyMankindReturnGhostsOld FriendsReunionBittersweetHomecomingHome TownProdigal DaughtersProdigal SonsStomping Grounds Book:Lord Jim Source: Lord Jim